Jan 29 2012
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This is a product of this beautiful, beautiful song: The gunslinger in grey, a spectral bandito wandering the wounded badlands. He removes from his duster pocket a rolled cigarette as the eye of the horizon whites. Stroking the mane of his steed, he exhales a plume of oily breath and adds his portion of ink to the nocturnes. His eyes grow weary of looking Nowhere, yet his laughter is never forced, and the bellow emitted from his raw throat echoes off the scales of languid armadillos, reverberates through the frigid blood of sullen lizards. It is heard afar, in an adobe metropolis, on the once-atrophied eardrums of a sandy maiden. He travels for her, but not to her. She listens for him, but not to him.
He moves through warm shadows away from the arms of a lover and into the supple palms of a whore. His steed trots beside him, a pack of hyenas at his coattails. A madman whose home has only ever been the road; a residence on the periphery of every soul. A name in only his footprints, “Here lies…” Down. On down, you blessed phantom. She waits for you… and the credits roll.
And here’s a translation [not sure how accurate it is]:
Me without you, there’s no reason
Because without you i can’t even cry
I’m flame without light, garden without moonlight
Moonlight without love, love that’s not given
And i’m without you only lovelessness
Boat without sea, field without flower
Sadness that goes, sadness that comes
Without you, my love, I’m nobody
Ah, how i miss you
How i wish to see reborn our Life
Come back, darling
My arms need yours
Your arms need mine
I’m so lonely
I have eyes tireds of looking nowhere*
Come see life
Without you, my love, i’m nobody
Without you, my love, i’m nobody.
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my fav.
check her the fuck out !
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Jan 28 2012
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Jan 27 2012
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Plantation cotton cabin. Mississippi Delta, near Vicksburg.
by Lange, Dorothea
I want a spot like this
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If this makes sense:
Sex presented as art is annoying…
- Sex is cool and it means a lot of things [sometimes], but when I see what’s essentially pornography labelled as art, it’s annoying. I’m not a prude, but a black and white slideshow of people having sex probably has little artistic merit to me. And this isn’t to say that all[!] erotic paintings and images are not art, some very much so are. But I think I draw the line at photoshoots occurring mid-coitus. I think, and this is with specific regard to photography, the ability to capture sex label it artistic is a cop-out. Of course you’re going to get a gut reaction from viewers when you give them a picture of a dude balls-deep in some chick, or a chick spreading her pussy open… Considering the content, it’s not that difficult to achieve. I dig the ambiguity between art and porn as much as anyone else… but sometimes porn is just porn [And there’s nothing wrong with that!]
Art presented as sex can be interesting!
- Say you want to create an abstraction or a metaphor using sexual overtones in a piece of fiction, a poem, painting, photography, etc. Go right the fuck ahead! —but for god’s sake [and I’m directing this just as much at myself as I am at other artists], make it compelling beyond the surface! Because sex can be a complex clusterfuck of emotional, physical, psychological facets, you can use it as a medium in art to communicate a multitude of different things. But again, refrain from the similar cop-out entailed in the whole “sex-presented-as-art” thing: of course it’s not going to be incredibly difficult to get a gut reaction when you right a detailed description of a sadomasochistic encounter when trying to encapsulate the notion of human savagery.
Just my two cents.
